To Retreive the Runaway [Open]

[Twilight]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=D07717] Kitten:; Flamepaw, Nightstar Involved:; Ravenpaw, Dustpaw, Nightstar, Drydusk maybe. Time:; After the day has dawned. Notes:; Come home or I won't become a warrior! *pout* Flamepaw walked over the grassy, windy moors following her sister's scent. Ravenpaw was behind her. They had bee going since they returned back to the ThunderClan territory, and now the sun was coming up over the horizon. Grat StarClan! Why did Shadestar want her in the clan anyways? They succeded in their missioin and should have been made warriors on the spot! But no!! They had to track her down and bring the whiney kitten back so she could receive her warrior name before them for running off! The only reason Dustpaw went was because she couldn't handle the truth laid before her eyes! Flamepaw continued on, fuming. Then, she spotted Nightstar coming over the next hill, with Dustpaw in tow. Oh no she didn't! She did not go crawling to that pitiful excuse for a leader! But, the evidence was right before her eyes. She narrowed her dark green eyes and started running forward, tail down as to not seem like she was attacking. She didn't know if Ravenpaw followed, and she honestly didn't care. She bowed her head in respect to the leader, and Nightstar spoke, her eyes raging in fury. "Speak, ShadowClanner!" And so Flamepaw did. "Gracious Nightstar. Shadestar has sent us to fetch our sister, Dustpaw, and bring her home. There were some words exchanged between her and another cat, and she felt unwanted. She ran off, feeling unwanted and not of use to ShadowClan. Shadestar has spoken to that cat, and now he has sent us to fetch her home. He wishes her to know that the cats' words were only out of arrogance and frustration, and they they meant no real harm, and they both wish you back in ShadowClan, your home. Especially the rest of the clan." Flamepaw wasn't lieing. Shadestar had spoken to her, but he hadn't told her those words. He only told her to be more careful of what she said around Dustpaw. Nightstar nodded and turned to Dustpaw. "I may have accepted you into the Clan Dustpaw, but ShadwoClan wants you back. And if they want you back, I'm not going to fight over it. You either go back to your own clan, or you will be a rogue. You would be useful to us, but you would have t go through an entire apprenticeship again here in WindClan because you do not know the skills to hunt here or how we fight our battles. You have waited long enough to become a warrior, so I say you go home and get your warrior name there sooner than here." This was it! Nightstar had given Dustpaw an ultimatum! She'd have to come back now! The life of a loner wasn't for her sister. Besides, if they didn't bring her backm they didn't become warriors.

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you copied it wrong.

[Shadewing]

[[for some reason wc board doesn't like tables. i'll play around with it later.]]

[Twilight]

[[ Okay. For right now, you need to post with Ravenpaw. XD ]]

[Silky]

"Some cat? How dare you. It was you, so don't come prancing here asking for me back. I'm not going back, and that's final. I'm fed up to the EARS of EVERYTHING about Shadowclan, and Shadestar! What an arrogant, ignorant FOOL to let in those inbreeds that DARE call themselves a clan!" She narrowed her eyes. "And don't call Nightstar gracious. I've heard what you think of her." She hissed. "Shadowclan have done me no justice since I was born. The only two cats who were keeping me there were my father, and Drydusk. My father is dead, and that rapist bunch of cats are living in the place I thought could be my home. But it isn't. Everything about the new Shadowclan pisses me off. Why don't you rename it Shadeclan, seeing as how much your SO in love with Shadestar." She said, mirroring the green eyes she shared with Flamepaw. "I bet this is just an excuse for Shadestar to let you become warriors. Well, you know what? Who the hell wants to be a warrior, a plain old warrior that can get bossed around by any old cat. I for one, am not returning to Shadowclan ever again, and NO cat can ever convince me to return." Dustpaw said. The she-cat turned to Nightstar.

"I have had barely any training anyway. Shadestar said he was to make us warriors, but I am no use to him. The Fireclan toms will know how to get to me and mate with me. I was barely seven moons when they took me from my home. I barely know how to catch a bloody frog." She said, holding her head up high. Shadowclan was no lnoger her home. It was full of blood-traitors and inbred scum.

[Shadewing]

"Dustpaw! You're being mouse-brained! Flamepaw's being punished for being a pile of foxdung to you! And, you were just complaining about not being able to become a warrior when we were made apprentices! Why are you so complaining now?" Hypocrite! Ravenpaw thought, fur bristling. She could understand her not wanting to return home, not after what Flamepaw said.. but Shadestar had protected Ravenpaw so far! "Don't you remember! The threat to kill you if Shadestar didn't make the alliance with FireClan? No, of course not! You arrogant, whiny little kit! I'm going home, right now. I'm with Flamepaw. I can't believe you, out of all of the things I could be related to, you, a scrawny little piece of unappreciative foxdung! I ran after you when you ran. I wanted you with me, because of you were my sister!" Ravenpaw's fur prickles up further, and she arched her back, green eyes stone cold. "I put my kin before my Clan! I could have caused noise and ended the mission right then! The fact that you don't give a stray dropping about all of this.."

Ravenpaw bared her teeth, and hissed: "I don't want you home! WindClan can take you in if they want! You'll never be happy on the open moors. You'll never be able to run as fast. You can learn, but you'll never grow WindClan legs, or WindClan pelt! You'll be just as good as a harlot in FireClan-- eating food and pumping out kits that may be worthwhile! Nobody will look at you as a full WindClan cat, ever!" The black apprentice did a mix between a growl and a his, and then turned, starting to walk away.

[Twilight]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=D07717] Kitten:; Flamepaw, Nightstar Involved:; Ravenpaw, Dustpaw, Nightstar, Drydusk maybe. Time:; After the day has dawned. Notes:; FINE! Stay here, little dog! Flamepaw narrowed her eyes at Dustpaw. "Yeah, that cat was me, but I wouldn't run away from the truth like you have for so long! All I did was speak it, and you ran from it because you weren't strong enough. Ravenpaw's right. You are an unappreciative, whiney bag of fleas that can live in WindClan, but you'll never be a WindClanner. If I see you coming into ShadowClan territory, I will hurt you next time, even if you are coming home! You have proclaimed yourself a WindClanner, and therefore we are enemies! We may share blood, but I never want to see your face in ShadowClan ever again! I don't care what Drydusk says or does, as long as you stay out of ShadowClan lands!" Flamepaw looked at Nightstar and nodded. "Nightstar, we are now leaving. With any luck, Shadestar will see sense and leave well enough alone!" She whipped around and followed Ravenpaw, quickly catching up and overtaking her sister's stride. Nightstar nodded goodbye to the apprentices, and turned back to Dustpaw. "That wa sinteresting, to say the least. Well, now we can actually accuse them of FireClan and plan an attack to drive them away. I'm not expecting you to regveal every ShadowClan secret you know, just the FireClan secrets." Her orange eyes got a light of vengeance, but it quickly disappeared. "Now, let's see any skills you have. Two things. What can you scent, and what can you hear?"

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[Silky]

Dustpaw's fur prickled in anger at those piles of fur who dared share genes with her. She grind her teeth together to stop her saying anything, claws dug into the ground to stop herself attacking the cocky little bastards. "I don't care." She spat at them. "Nothing left in Shadowclan matters to me, not even Drydusk." It pained her to say it, but she had to. Nothing would bring her home, not even the cat she loved.

She forced down those tears that began to well up, and turned to Nightstar. She bowed her head. "If there is anything useful to you, I will give it to you." She said a little shakily. She opened her maw, and smelled the odd scents of Windclan. She could scent rabbit, an eagle flying up somewhere too high for the eyes to see, and a few fieldmice. "Rabbit, mouse, eagle." She said. "I can hear..." She concentrated for a moment, locking on hard at the relevant sounds. She could hear the pawsteps of her 'sisters', squeaks of a mouse and the eagle's cry above them. "I can hear the eagle calling, the mice are speaking to one another... and the tresspassers. I think I might hear a border patrol too..."

[Twilight]

Nightstar watched the troubled young she-cat's actions, and saw the pain it brought her to say those words. Nightstar approved of her. Then, she mentioned what she smelt and what she heard. Good, very good. I'm not yet going to test your hunting skills, because most of what we hunt is rabbit. Of course, we do eat mice, and I know you can catch those. Now, Time for a bit of battle training."

Nightstar's black pelt shot to the ground, stalking, her orange eyes testing the ginger she-cat. "Imagine I am the cat you hate most in the world. Show me your fury, but remember to keep your claws sheathed." Nightstar flicked her tail, waiting.